Stop Messing Around Novels & Stories

I have to stop caring and get some sleep… --To be continued…

“Stop thinking about her. Stop thinking altogether. Switch off the heart. Fight with instinct. Power. Hunger.” My vision blurred. Not from the pain. From everything else.

- Okay, calm down, let go of me first and then I'll let them go. Riffen shook his head, he's not stupid, after all these years, could he be tricked by this petty game?

Ignoring everything. Not again. right?

Unable to contain himself, Lucas cried out with tears in his eyes, "Mother, why can't you see how hard Father and I have tried?" Leon, having grown more composed, paused in thought before saying, "Amelia, I know you're just angry right now. Lucas and I will wait for you. "If you change your mind, just come to the second SUV at the town entrance." I ignored him, then turned around and went home to pack. The next morning, I carried my bag to the convoy. When Leon and Lucas saw me coming, they both smiled with relief. Lucas sneered. "Looks like even after six years, Mother still hasn't outgrown her habit of saying one thing and meaning another!"

Stimulating it. Shit.

But calculating too fast to stay passive. Ready for the next move.

Not anymore. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Not now. Not ever again.